Yo da niggas watchin me... dont u see/
I'll beat u punched drunk off of hennesey/
they call u mc spit, i call u dick wipped/
the only thing u spit is ur dudes nut in ur crib/
i got that shiit jocked, u got ur ass rocked/
a bullet in ur head, roast ur guts in a crock pot/
ur style is so sry, like playin atari/
i saw ur shit in cypher,so much cryin u should be on maury/
so hurry up cuz this battle shit is locked homie,
rep it till u die to fuck wit 300 Junior Gunnerz g,
i listen to wat u say i cant figure out wat to do,
should i jus walk away from this battle and still let u lose,
but im not like that dawg, i will get loose,
like how loose ur gurl gets when shes in my room/
I see that u think ur flow is sumthin well here come the BOOM!
but niggas like u jus sit there frontin,
talkin bought i want to be a rapper and bumbin,
but u aint ray cash (bumpin my music) nigga u aint even sumthin/
im tired this was jus quick off the top,
i gurantee i win cuz im on the hot fuckin spot,
so its time to screem, and drop it like its hot,
and i'll be celebratin, you'll be on the ground screamin stop!